aeneas

Flying over south Florida at night is an amazing experience visually. There is a narrow strip of luminsecence -- a dense, sparkling grid of development crisscrossed by moving rivers of white headlights and red taillights -- sharply bounded on the east by the blackness of the Atlantic Ocean and on the west by the blackness of the Everglades. I never get tired of it. Still, I'll be happy to be finished with this run . . . from Monday through today I've been teaching initial ground school from 1000 to 1500 and then flying the line from 1500 to midnight. Tomorrow is the last day of this ordeal: I'll give the six pilot candidates their final exam and then begin flight training this weekend. Hopefully two of them will be finished by Monday. Whew! With turnover continuing to be insanely high, sometimes this job borders on sisiphysian. Still, I can't complain.